I Remember

The day after his injury, Morits would pull together what shreds of courage he could, and do something he knew he needed to. Mortis was only just learning the world was darker than he had believed possible. That a brother might try to kill brother, and a leg could be in too much pain to use. Resin had told him to watch his back, not to trust even family. He didn’t know the old warrior very well, he had barely seen her, but a trust had formed. She had saved him, and then kept his secret.

He didn’t know why, she owed him nothing, but she had done that for him, and he owed her a thank you, at the least. It was a short walk to her den, and he found her outside, lying in the grass. She looked frightened, the big, heavy set warrior with her strange, serrated teeth. She looked like someone that might eat puppies if they bothered her nap.

He lingered, bordering on the idea of fleeing or staying, when he finally managed to make himself go forward. He said nothing, just quietly stopped before, and sat, taking weight of his fractured foot, as he simply watched her.